swept off a tree branch
in an uplift of gust,
swirling gracefully
in drafts of wind
do not cry.
you are departing on
a journey called destiny
wafting in the air,
traveling swift as hermes
on winged sandals
drifting wherever
the breeze might go
chasing a horizon that
never seems to end,
you begin to wonder
when your destination
will arrive.
but,
it's not called destiny
for nothing.
for the destination is
irrelevant
without the voyage
that led you there.
just a poem.
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